Flirting with Maths (very slow updates~)

Chapter 2

By my fifth period, it had finally sunk in that the school expected me to teach the new kid maths. To put it bluntly anyway. But they seemed to have forgotten a tiny little detail...

When I finally got home, I screamed into my pillow and started punching it, letting out the anger that had slowly been building up the entire school day. I hated talking to people, I hated socialising in general, and the school knew that I was... shy.

So how could they expect me to tutor some new kid?

I had a short temper, which I always managed to keep in check because I never really talked to anyone, except my small group of friends, involving another girl and a boy – Charlie and Madeline – my two best friends since nursery.

They were both sweet but weird and I loved them for being so real. Not like most of the fake plastic barbies in our school. I had nothing against them of course - I just hated the way that they all acted like airheads as though that's what a guy liked most in a girl. The inability to tell the difference between a velcro strap and a shoe lace, or the colour of skin and the colour of orange peel.

Not only were Charlie and Madeline real, they had been there for me when my dad had died from cancer. Through the days I would lock myself in my room, not exactly sleeping but not doing anything either. I had starved myself for weeks to the point that I couldn't breathe, and next thing I knew I was in a hospital, with IV drips attached to my arms and a heart monitor beeping repetitively beside me.

The relief on my mom's and two best friend's faces when I finally opened my eyes was what made me realise that dad, if he was here too, would look the exact same. Tired red eyes and tear stained cheeks, just praying for his Chrys to be okay.

So with a lot of help from my two best friends, that's what I did. I became okay.

So... was I really going to be forced to open up my circle to a stranger?

I didn't want him to know about me and my life and all my struggles. For all I know, the person might laugh at me for acting so pathetic and weak, instead of grieving normally for my father.

I didn't want that. There was no way in hell I was going to tutor this kid. I didn't want anything to do with him.